Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death hath no dominion over them; they live, and their influence lives forever.
J. Swartz
(Graham Russell)
Sometimes when I look at you,
I wonder why you're here wth me
I'm not the perfect lover and
there 's other things I'd like to be
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome. I could cry.
Baby do like I told you
Never let a nigga fuck you over
Stay down, I'mma put you in a Rover
You better never tell nobody what I showed you
You a soldier, you a soldier
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Big girl, little girl, you're a rip curl,
Tearing your way through this huge swirl,
I know you're mad, you're on a war path,
You know you don't want to be bury more
Friends
There's somethin' I wanted to know
Can we get closer? Yeah, baby
Seems like I've waited to know
Can we get closer?
Girl you should come up for the week
On the road to Rishikesh
I was dreaming more or less,
And the dream I had was true
Yes, the dream I had was true
I'm just a child of nature
Tình yêu chợt qua, rồi xa thật xa
Để em vẫn mãi phiêu du miệt mài
Nhiều khi tự dưng, thề trong lòng em
Từ nay sẽ mãi chẳng thương nhớ ai
Ngày anh rời xa, tình xa thật xa
Tưởng em sẽ mãi quên anh suốt đời
Everyday he wakes up in his million dollar home
His life is like a video, the only reality he knows .. huh
He jumps inside of his hundred thousand dollar car
Cruising up the boulevard
Driving pass people living hard
You move in waves
You never retrace
Your newest craze
Straight out of the Face by the bed unread
I'm left behind
What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer
O what peace we often forfeit
